"If I can't ask I shouldn't be having anal sex"

I'm sick. I'm lay-on-the-floor-coughing-up-phlegm-watching-family-feud kind of sick. Luckily it didn't hit me until post-rama on Sunday.

The casino was... smoky. A slot machine ate ten of my dollars by accident and then I didn't know who to ask for help, so I just gave up. As I was walking back to the boys at the black jack table I got my ass grabbed by a stranger. Then I lost some more money on slots, and before I left I thought I'd play roullette once in the hopes that it would redeem my night, but no. I put twenty on even thinking I had a 50/50 shot. It landed on double zero. What are the freakin' chances. So I basically spent 45$ for an ass grab and a pack of matches. But the concert was good, as was the company, so I rejoice in the hilarity of the double zeros.

My sickness kicked when I got home and so I've been half-assing work, but it doesn't seem to be an issue. The amount of work to do is steadily dwindling. I'm going to post more pictures, because I'm pretty proud of what I've had a part in creating.

In other news... I'm now dating a twenty year old, I'm the boss of a twenty one year old, and I'm still nineteen. I'm hoping for some magic cash to drop into my CAYA lovin' lap. Mmmmmm. Though I suppose I'm still breaking in my last purchase, but I like when the box shops for our boxes.

And Lucky, or my Baby VonChihua is not doin' so hot. He's been having seizure/heart attacks every morning, so I'm trying to get in all the chi-love I can. I plan to go snuggle him now while I lie on the floor.